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Now the report came into Hurda that an English hunter had wounded the big female. Another report followed that the Englishman had killed the male and wounded the female. The hunter himself did not appear in Hurda; nor was a trophy hide recorded anywhere. Skag heard the two stories. Thinking over the affair, he called Nels for a stroll in the open jungle toward the Monkey Glen.
But in sight of the town as should be and beside the courts as should be stood the austere home of the Chief Commissioner, most high civil judge of Hurda and all surrounding villages. One of his deputies leaned from an upper balcony and saw. Back of his park, more than three quarters of a mile away, were the stockades of the Chief Commissioner's elephants.
The thrash of the chase was nearer; the jungle was clearing as they made their way to the border near Hurda. The low rumbling was from Nels. He would stand, turning back an instant, then trot to overtake them. . . . No question now. One pig at least, was clear of the beaters, coming this way, someone in chase. The great trees were far apart. They were near their place, after many minutes.
Neela Deo was safe everyone was safe. Bonfires blazed up in every village within sight of the caravan's way home from so far away as watchers on Hurda's highest hill could see burning night and day. At last the one furthest from Hurda went out. The watchers raced in Neela Deo's caravan was coming! One by one, the bonfires went out till it was this side the Nerbudda. Then the people made ready.
Had Bhanah been along, there could have been no possible explanation. . . . He was walking toward the city, but his eyes were called back again. Carlin had come to the gate. She held up her right arm full and straight her signal always, such an impulse of joy in it. He waved and made a broken sort of gesture toward Hurda, as if he had forgotten something.
Skag recalled Cadman's words, but also that he was known among the natives as one white man not an animal-killer. His name Son of Power had followed him to Hurda; word about him had travelled with mysterious rapidity.
"My resources are at your disposal," the Doctor put in. "Your resources have accomplished the first half," smiled Cadman. "It's fair that the rest of it should be ours." "Then what's to do?" the Doctor questioned. "A few things to purchase first, easily done to-day," Cadman answered, glancing out at the faint dawn. "Then, I know Dickson of the grain-foods department, at Hurda Central Provinces.
"Not any belonging to Hurda; but our Chief Commissioner has forty Government elephants in his stockades the finest ever. Neela Deo, the Blue God who is the leader of the caravan the mahouts say there isn't an elephant in the world to touch him; and Mitha Baba and Gunpat Rao they're famous in all India. And Nut Kut; indeed, Skag Sahib, you should see Nut Kut.
That was always the point of the blackest fear that the elephant ahead should come to some Mohammedan household, and leave Carlin where no one could pass the veil. "But what of the messenger who brought word to the Sahibas?" Skag asked. "He would slip away. Some hiding place for him possibly back at Hurda." Chakkra seemed sure of this. That was Skag's long night.
Ram Yaksahn protested in plaintive tones, as Nut Kut wheeled away with him. Seeing Horace in the hands of a strange native and certainly recovering Skag looked away toward Hurda and wonder aloud if Nut Kut would be punished. It was the master-mahout who answered him: "Nay, Sahib. He has done no harm." "I'd like to have a chance with him," said Skag.
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